CHAPTER 10

I was panting out of the parking lot to chase after him and return his ID. But when I got off, I saw the BMW speeding away.

"Wait a minute," I whispered while rubbing my chest. I was out of breath there.

Since I didn't know where he was going, I went upstairs and brought his ID inside the condo. I just felt so tired today and all I can do is to lay down on my bed and play COD.

"Stupid!!!" I whispered that I couldn't shoot and hit the enemy. I just got irritated playing it, so I threw my phone on the other side of the bed.

I positioned myself at the end of the bed before letting my hair hang over the edge. I closed my eyes and tried breathing in and out before I opened them again and reached for his ID.

I picked it up with both hands and carefully read its ID.

He's wearing formal attire on his ID picture. "Hector Ansel Miranda...hmmm manly name but I'm not sure maybe you're gay like your brother," I whispered and turned it over.

My eyes widened as I just realized it was an FBI ID. I qu